Posted 11/19/2009
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Sit back, relax, or read while on the go, as I break down my Poetic Flow...
In honor of my monthly "True Dat Thursdays" - I submit to you one of my new poems which is a collaboration with Sexy Chocolate "BROOKLYN MEETS CHI-TOWN" (c) 2009, and my Guest Poets, Poetic J & Mz Essence "I DIED BUT YOUR LOVE BROUGHT ME BACK TO LIFE" (c) 2009; Donique C. Perez "THE BRUISED HEART---TRUSTING LOVE AGAIN" (c) 2009; Kaye Marie "MAKE ME OVER" (c) 2009; and Heath Gunn "39 Are Dead" (c) 2009 ... for your reading pleasure.
Message In The Poem: See Below.
Continue to be Blessed and be a Blessing to others...
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Msg In Poem: Self-Explanatory Collaboration, enjoy…
Brooklyn Meets Chi-Town
Look how life works as a treat
This internet thing it can’t be beat
Unless it’s face to face with the person on the street
Once it's utilized well it makes life so sweet
So to cut this short I went online
To get some info and cut some time
In the meanwhile I submitted a rhyme
Which in turn was great and made me feel fine
Cause I met this lady named Poetic Flow
She put me on her site for poets to show
Their talents and creations for everyone
I submitted one but I really wasn’t done
As we continued to talk she became my friend
She came on my show but that’s not the end
We decided to work together since we both are clowns
Cause that’s how Brooklyn and Chi Town get down
We all do things without any fear
Make all our statements loud and clear
Even though we’re far it seems like we’re near
This is just the beginning so enjoy the premier
The next part is for Poetic Flow and I’m out of here
So now it’s my turn
I'm taking my Flow and I'm gonna run
Cuz doing a collabo is always fun
My girl Sexy Chocolate is the real deal
Her words are something you really feel
Spoken so deep that they can heal
The internet is a beast
Bringing all walks of life together to meet
You can put it all out there or be discreet
But Brooklyn and Chi-Town is gonna bring da heat
Cuz our words are for the world to heed
What we write is in great demand indeed
It's what the world and people need
We write from experience and what we see
Puttin it all down for you to read
A beautiful friendship has come about
Poet meets Poet and our rhymes are hot
Hesitating and Contemplating we do NOT
Our words, Our vibe, Our style continuously hits the spot
So as I close this collab out
Let me leave you with no doubts
That Sexy Chocolate and Poetic Flow can mos def bring the Fiya
Stay tuned world as we continue to take you poetically hiya and hiya...I'm out!
Written by ~ Sexy Chocolate (sexychocolate580@yahoo.com) & Poetic Flow
Copyright © 2009, All Rights Reserved.
No Reproduction in any form of this material is permitted without prior written authorization/consent from the author.
Msg In Poem: When God blesses you with True Love, Trust in his amazing favor and know that tomorrow isn't promised so love hard everyday.
I Died, But Your Love Brought Me Back To Life (Collaboration)
(Jerith Edwards).
Sad and tortured in a love so haunted-Pitch dark to my heart
As it beats nervously-puttin my spirit in fear.
Trapped in devastation-with no hope of salvation,
A bruised heart scared to beat its sound existence,
It pumps bloody tears-throughout the years,
Stabbed by insecure emotions-that killed my devotion.
Why is my heart caged in this?
Horrible punishment of sorrows-feeling like there is no tomorrow,
Feeling like I can’t break free-waiting for my soul mate to be sent to me,
The dark wont let me out-no matter how much I scream and shout,
My heart continues to bleed in fear-of never having love near,
My heart starting to give up on life-being cut to many times from that emotional knife
Bleeding out pain and strife.
No signs of cure as the poison of -ungratefulness strangles my emotions to death
Till there's no beat left.
The light coming in stumping darkness to the ground-ready to go round for round,
Light puttin on the Heavenly glove of love-T.K.O'ing the wrath of ungratefulness
Freeing my heart like a body and spirits departure.
The light showed me this lady's eye's-OMG! It was God's surprise,
It was my wife coming to revive-my soul mate sent from Heaven
to give life back to my heart.
God's antidote of love healing all my pain-giving me nothing but love to gain.
She says, "I'm here to take care of you in all that you are, I've never been far
Just guiding you like a star, I’m here to comfort you with a love you always needed,
Baby, I’m sorry your heart ever bled, it was just sadly mislead,
I was sent here to become you wife and with that, I give you life.
(Shawn Sneed).
You found my soul lifeless-where there was no light in sight,
Just darkness and despair-wicked scents in the air
Haunted by a past that torments me daily, emotional scars i try to brush away,
Being haunted by the Devils prey-caught up in skies that are so gray.
My heart beat down with the punches of life, even stabbed a few times by an emotional knife.
I’m caged like an animal at the zoo, heart still yearning for something new
Still tired of the emotional black and blue.
My Hearts feeling beatless without the proper cure, weaken beat fading fast,
The dark taking hold strangling my heart till there's no beat left,
Emotions dying, heart left in the dark of this emotional cage,
The light comes in to fight with the dark, light bringing in the Heavenly sword
From the Lord, defending me with compassion and surrounding me with comfort,
Medicating my heart ready to repair me and release me from the dark.
The light seeing my heart used and abused, ready to infuse me with love
From the Heavens up above.
Take me out of this cage, let my heart live again, let my heart feel love and understanding
And breathe in Joy and Happiness, see what God can do when loves enter you?
This light so bright is amazing, Just like Gods grace.
"Wait, i see a face," a beautiful man pumping life into me,
He's like, "Baby, i got you, your hearts free, I came to give you life,
Stitch up those sores from emotions knife, I was sent here to make you my wife
And bring you back to life."
Written by ~ Poetic J aka Poetic Disciple & Mz Essence
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Msg In Poem: I watched a friend of mine move from relationship to relationship without any emotional attachment because someone had caused him pain. Afraid to love again and to give his heart again. Chances are the one who you've had your dreams and hopes on is not the 'dream' for you, while you let real love pass you by. Trust love again.
THE BRUISED HEART------Trusting love again
Are you so afraid to love again?
Rise up now and heal your pain
Let someone into your broken heart
Your heart which love has violently fought
Your heart has bled a thousand drips
Her name you softly whisper from your lips
Her haunting memories hinders you from your sleep
All throughout the day and night you weep
You said love has treated you so unkindly
Vow you'd never give your heart so freely
But you must let go of your haunting fears
Your fears of that hurt of so many years
Love unconditional, love endlessly
Love and never have to say you're sorry
That way, if you've ever lost to love again
This I know, your heart will never feel the pain
Walk away with chin up, walk on gently by
Your life in love has just begun but with a cry
Love is not suppose to hurt or die
Love should never, ever be made a lie
Love with a big smile and a joyful heart
Love unselfishly, it's the best way to part
Lessons of the heart that was so hurting for you
Oh what a painful start but you can start anew
Love has no reasons, love has no seasons
Take it as one of life's subtle yet painful lessons
Rise up from the pain that makes you feel so insane
Rise up, open your heart and trust love again
Written by ~ Donique C. Perez
Copyright © 2009, All Rights Reserved.
Msg In Poem: A person's prayer for God to make some characteristic changes, of course for the better.
Make Me Over
Lord, make me strong, bold, and courageous
Fill me with generosity and make my joy contagious
Give me peace and wisdom to carry me through
Provide me with understanding and the gift of discernment too
Bestow in me a great deal of patience
While I wait let me occupy my time with gratitude
All the while keeping hold of a positive attitude
Give me the strength to keep standing tall
And the will to get up should I happen to fall
Make my beauty flow from the inside out
So when I look in the mirror I’m without question or doubt
Let the light of Jesus shine bright from within
Let that light be my guide as I turn from the temptations of sin
Give me the means to help others
No judgment, no criticism, no condemnation from me to another
And give me the heart to unconditionally love my brother
Cleanse my soul, make me whole, and transform me in every way
Renew me everyday
Position me on the straight and narrow road, which I’ll firmly stay
I hope I don’t sound greedy
Undefined or needy
But all I want is to become who you expect me to be
To complete the missions you’ve planned out for me
To let the enemy know he never had the victory
And in the end go home to glory
I now realize the power for everlasting change only comes by your hand
So Lord, here’s my request for a spiritual makeover, Amen
Written by ~ Kaye Marie
Copyright © 2009, All Rights Reserved.
Msg In Poem: I wrote a few weeks ago after reading an article about 3 bomb attacks in Iraq, and really felt for the unheard voices that these conflicts create.
39 Are Dead
4 bombs explode, inside Iraq,
39 are dead.
Planted by extremists, is what the papers said.
39 Are Dead
1 inside a cement bag, another in a car.
Between them they killed 16, and many more are scarred.
2 more booby-trapped lorries, exploded in a village.
And no-one can justify, the mindless human spillage.
A list of facts and figures, reported in the news.
But the families of those whom have died,
What about their views.
Does their voice ever get heard?
Who takes time to ask?
The little children orphaned by, the bombers deadly blast.
No-one reports their misery.
No-one reports their grief.
Is it because their stories will be, So far beyond belief?
But the papers will continue, to report on numbers lost.
And never tell the stories of, the ones who feel the loss.
And we’ll continue reading, the facts and figures written.
But really we should all hear, accounts of those grief stricken.
Written by ~ Heath Gunn
Copyright © 2009, All Rights Reserved.
heathgunn@yahoo.co.uk
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